Page 90 of House of Mages and Raven

Light and darkness swam behind my fluttering eyelids. Lust rushed through my veins, and pleasure danced on my nerve endings, unwinding the residual agony from the mating fever.Heat no longer inflicted pain in me but deepened the pleasure as Killian pounded into me relentlessly.

His hand snaking around to my front, his skilled fingers brushing my swollen clit to stimulate it. Pleasure spread in me, making my toes curl. I fucked him back as he thrust brutally into me.

This wasn’t the kind of sex meant for everyone. There wasn’t a lick of gentleness in our coupling, just a match of strength, dominance, and obsession. Pressure kept building and pleasure kept rising, threatening to undo me. I welcomed it; I wasn’t afraid of its destructive power.

Shivers washed over me. Waves of heat rose and fell, engulfing me, and I surrendered to it rather than fighting it. I’d never felt so light and heavy at the same time. I felt soalive.

I cried out at the onslaught of pleasure brought by his rapid thrusts, every stroke hitting the mark. There was nothing more addictive than being fucked by the chaos heir.

I was so close.

“Scream my name when you come!” Killian ordered me as his powerful, long thrusts brought me to the brink.

“Not today, Satan!”

Even in the haze of heat and incredible pleasure, I didn’t forget his betrayal. And I’d never forgive.

I started to feed. Sy lunged right after me, taking the cocktail of rich, potent energy brought by the mating heat and my coupling with the chaos prince.

While I fed, I kept slamming my butt toward Killian, fucking him hard. He growled, his dragon’s approval rumbling from his chest. Just as his shaft grew larger within me, I erupted on his cock. A hoarse scream scratched my throat raw. A shock wave from my climax burstthrough the mating heat and purged it from my bloodstream, until every trace of it was gone.

Killian’s thrusts turned erratic and frantic as he chased his own release.

Nope, nope, Snowflake!I wouldn’t let him have it, not after what he’d done to me.

While I was still orgasming, I pulled away from him abruptly, driving my elbow backward and ramming it into his spleen. I wheeled to face him, a nasty snarl on my lips.

He stared at me, confused, but I’d kicked out my legs as a follow-up, lightning fast, and made a contact with his jaw. He blinked, not expecting me to attack him twice in the throes of passion. I struck him so hard that he lost balance, and His Highness’s ass landed on the marble beneath the bed.

I pulled my lips back like a lioness snarling. He bared his fangs in response.

He was extremely lucky that I hadn’t aimed for his balls. Somehow, it wasn’t in me, even though I’d decided not to use his services again. I wasn’t a jerk, and “if I can’t have you, then no one else shall” didn’t sit well with me.

“You shouldn’t have laughed at my reading taste,” I scolded him instead launching another attack at him. After reading a stack of smuts, I was convinced that this world needed more lovers than killers. “And I’m not too shy to tell you that I’m into ‘rejected mates romantasy’ now. Those amazing books taught me how to put assholes in their places.”

The mating heat no longer plagued me—crisis averted. I didn’t need him anymore, despite the fact that I still wanted him so much that it hurt. Part of me was too carnal and primal, but I preferred to show the chaos heir my ass-kicking side.

He rose to his feet slowly. Lust and frustration brimmed over in his usually storm-blue eyes that had now turned deep sapphire, which indicated how pissed he was.

His cock was still granite hard and even larger than before he’d driven into my cunt. Its beauty took my breath away and nearly shook my resolution to never go back to him.

It wasn’t nice to leave a male in that state, but he’d made his bed. His betrayal still cut deep.

“Thank you for your services, Highness,” I said.

“This is how you want to play, little scorpion?” he asked, his sensual lips lifting in a mocking, cruel smirk. “Using me, then discarding me?”

They said that the chaos prince was colder than ice and harder than a blade. When his eyes trained on anyone else, they were chips of ice, but somehow, even when I was vicious toward him, he still looked at me with heat and need.

“If I am cruel, I learned it from the master,” I said without mercy. “I deemed you not worth of my courtesy. I’m only glad that I didn’t invite you to my room for a nice dinner that day when you left me in your bed. I raided the kitchen. I prepared a bottle of fine wine that I acquired from Rowan’s cellar. I even got a jasmine and sage candle from the room of Lord Silent Blade, the most terrifying assassin!”

He blinked. “You what? You did all that for me?”

I shrugged. “I’m not a fool anymore. Glad I didn’t waste all the goodies on you. I don’t need you.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Have you thought about how burning the bridge is a really bad idea, little scorpion?”

I spread my arms mockingly. “The damned mating heat is gone.”

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